Blazing orbs watch with disinterest as the monotone lady converses with the branded ram. They even go as far as to roll them in disbelief when the unicorn promises to visit. The jewelled creature may not known him well enough to make assumptions of his character, but it only seems fair to mark him as the liar that she takes him to be. Or if he does prove true to his word, then at least she can pin the horned brute as a man with an awful taste in picking enemies.

A delighted squeal erupts from the painted fae's mouth, and the Chieftess watches as the sheep duplicates her disgusted action. Ignoring the colorful woman is probably not the most intelligent move, but at least they do have similar tastes. Tinkling laughter and excited shrieks not being among them. A disbelieving snort escapes her own maw at this observation. She may have something in common with him, but that does not make him unworthy of her distaste. As if to prove these thoughts as true, the peahen paints a sneer across her lips. There. Her displeasure is still known.

What takes the icing off the cake, however, is not a justification of her bitter mood, but the bastard's reaction to receiving some form of affection from the overzealous mare. She observers his immediate discomfort with amusement, and even goes as far as to emit a single, cruel laugh. Her joy does not last, though, for the feeling is quickly replaced by her concern for the painted queen.Is she insane?

The warrior immediately takes up her militaristic stance once more, spreading her wings out in a colorful display meant to discourage the stag from advancing on them. She wets blue lips with a darting tongue, her heart hammering against her ribs in anticipation. A few moments pass, and when all the onyx does is utter his client's name feathered weapons lower in disappointment. There will be no battle today.

Shifting her gaze between the frozen man and the retreating lady, the peahen considers their awkward predicament with concern. Even after his blatant refusal to return her kind gesture, the paint still wishes to see him. The Engineer did give her a pretty little box, and fix her toy, but the bird still couldn't help but think that there was something wrong with their exchange. A blue head bobs as the rest of a brilliant body shakes the feeling off. Of course this feels wrong to you; he is a furry beast with a superiority complex; he is just as sour as you are. As much as the haughty bird hates to admit it, she really isn't one for pleasant interactions. Perhaps that is just how he is as well.

Turning to watch her black frame as she leaves, it takes all the maiden has not to join in her departure. Yet regardless of their blatant hatred for one another, the Aztec has come up with a request for the unicorn. A bold stare turns to face said unicorn. "You do not look like a man who just tinkers with toys. Have you ever constructed... weapons?" Her tone is crisp and trying not to betray her interest on the subject. She doesn't trust him, at least not as an ally, but as an asset... Perhaps it is possible to come to some sort of understanding. "Should I desire such a thing, would you not be the one I should hire?"


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{@[Ulrik]}